I sang Dixie as he died
The people just walked on by as I cried
The bottle had robbed him of his rebel pride
So I sang Dixie as he died
He said way down yonder in the land of cotton
Old times there ainât near as rotten as they are
On this damned old LA street
Then he drew his dying breath
And laid his head against my chest
Please Lord take his soul back home to Dixie
He said listen to me son while you still can
Run back home to that southern land
Donât you see what life here has done to me?
Then he closed those big blue eyes
And fell limp against my side
No more pain now heâs safe back home in Dixie
The people just walked on by as I cried
The bottle had robbed him of his rebel pride
So I sang Dixie as he died
He said way down yonder in the land of cotton
Old times there ainât near as rotten as they are
On this damned old LA street
Then he drew his dying breath
And laid his head against my chest
Please Lord take his soul back home to Dixie
He said listen to me son while you still can
Run back home to that southern land
Donât you see what life here has done to me?
Then he closed those big blue eyes
And fell limp against my side
No more pain now heâs safe back home in Dixie